Beneath The Flimsy, Diaphanous World 7.9.2008 Poem by Margaret Alice

A brilliant aperitif, Roy Stemman’s Spirit
Communication, together with Maria
Augusta Trapp’s Yesterday, Today and
Forever as a salad on the side

All rounded off by the sweetness of
David Hughes’ Star of Bethlehem;
I’ve prepared a sumptuous meal for
myself, can’t stand the books

Awaiting at home, I’ve borrowed
appetizing books from the library,
making my mouth water and lifting
my spirit high above

All high-brow academics will look down
on my meal of fun, consisting of the
weird and wonderful, but I look down on
them, the indescribable boredom

Of much-acclaimed realism is not for me,
I want to contemplate the unknown and
mysteries, however presented, style is
irrelevant, the only thing that counts

Is the content – a book on Evolution and
one about Indian Masters to make sure
there are bon-bons also; now I’m elated,
ready to face my little life

Beneath the flimsy, diaphanous world of
routines are whole universes of thought
to be discovered - whole ecosystems
of emotions to be experienced!